my first week of day camp coincided with the budding of our relationship.

we grew together.

today i listend to my husband speak his soul

& His word.

and i fell in love with him more

& i fell in love with Him more.

i saw two sisters hug while they prayed.

wrapped up and loving it and loving on each other.

a few rows up, two friends held hands -

everyone else with their eyes closed.

not for show, but for love.

after the kids went home

and the counselors had their dinner,

i slipped away to feel.

to feel the ground.

the sun.

Him.

to feel.no camera this time -

i told my mind to remember

and my heart not to forget.

i listened to the sound of my weight on the world.

i tried to see everything with fresh eyes,

inspired by the very ones i was there to inspire and spend the week with.

giant trees with fingers dug into the ground,

& tiny, oblivious lives on their wooden skin.

today i reflected on quiet.

on internal.

on growth.

on beginnings.

balance.

connection.

i sat down at a picnic table to write, to get it all down.

how is this feeling on my shoulders and in my soul

going to translate into who i am and the work i do?

the surface of the table was gnarly and carved with names

of people i may never know.

they were here, too.

fleeting moments.

peaceful moments.

i may not ever be here again.

but i'm here now.

collect & gather.

{{on a less serious note, i thought i might include this little jewel, a part of the team's winning sculpture. a ram. made of balloons. and which, at one point, had 12 legs.let's face it: it doesn't get any better than that}}